My mistress has me kneeling naked-- except for the snug collar-- on the floor, my plate of scraps, now empty, sitting beside me. I'm silent, like she wants me to be; the only noise in the room is the sound of her loudly slurping her soup. I haven't had a warm meal in days, not since coming onto the pirate ship, and it smells absolutely divine right now. I just stay there, watching quietly as she finishes eating; she must notice the look on my face, because she turns, looking down at me.
"Still hungry, Lady?" she asks, putting her spoon down on the table. I nod. She smiles and ruffles my hair. "Here, you can lick it clean," she tells me, and she takes her bowl, holding it right in front of my face.
I know she's just trying to degrade me, and the bowl's empty, just dirty. But in spite of that, I can still smell it, the scent of warm, cooked food, desperate for the taste again. Deeply embarassed at myself for doing it, I lick the dirty bowl; it's as delicious as I thought it smelled, and I can't help myself from eagerly licking it all clean, until there's absolutely nothing left.
She puts it back down on the table, her usual wicked grin on her face, and she leans down at me, staring. I stare back, wondering what terrible things she's thinking of, and after a moment, she grabs my cheek, painfully tugging on it.
"What do you say, Lady?" she demands, and I feel even more embarassed when I realize what she's talking about.
"Ow-ow... thank you...," I stammer. She lets go. I lean forward, planting the expected kiss on her lips, and she pulls back before I can make it any deeper.
"I shouldn't have to remind you," she says, shaking her head at me.
"I'm sorry...."
She grabs my sore cheek again, ready to pull again; I twitch a little in pain. "I'm sorry what?" she asks.
"Er, I'm sorry, mistress," I quickly add.
"There you go," she says, patting me on the head. "A good girl knows to be respectful."
She turns away, and slinks over to a dresser in a corner of the room, clearing a pile of clothes off the top so she can open it. I watch with uncertainty, wondering what she could be up to; all I know is it probably has to do with me.
She turns around, holding something behind her back, moving to stand in the middle of the room.
"You've got a lot to learn, Lady... I'll tell you what. Why don't we make it a game? Would you like that?"
I hesitate, but knowing she'll just get upset if I say no, I nod.
"Come," she says, gesturing. I obey, crawling over until I'm in front of her. "Kneel," she tells me, and I get back on my knees again.
"Now," she continues, pacing around me until she's standing behind me. "Jessica?"
I turn to look at her, and suddenly, I see something in her hand flash behind me, and I'm knocked forward onto my hands by the most intense pain in my back that I've ever felt. I cry out, whimpering as the stinging lingers, and I stare at her; she's holding a belt in two hands.
"What's your name, pet?" she demands, coldly.
"I...," I stammer as I whimper, "it's L-lady...."
"That's right," she says, glaring down at me. Then just like that, her disposition changes completely, and she smiles. "Don't worry, pet, if you ever forget, I'll remind you, okay?" She pulls the belt tight to illustrate her point. I gulp, and I nod, still shuddering in pain.
She just continues to smile for a moment, leaving me anxious, before she quietly says, "Jessica." Reflexively, I glance up at her.
She strikes me again, this time right on the ass, and I fall forward, crying out in even more pain. I twitch and I whimper, laying on the ground, stinging in such a sensitive spot, throbbing terribly. I just whimper and groan, until she puts her hand gently on my back, and strokes ever softly. "On your knees, girl," she whispers to me, almost supportively, and begrudgingly I listen, wincing in pain as I kneel on my sore, stinging ass.
She crouches down in front of me, holding her belt ready. I squint, staring downwards, and I know exactly what she's going to do, she's going to do it again. I tell myself, I can't look, or she'll hit me, I just keep telling myself that. I brace for it.
"Jessica?"
I try not to twitch. Nothing.
After a pause, I see the belt drop, and I feel her cradling my head, lifting it up, but when I look, she's smiling faintly. "Good girl," she tells me, and I sigh with relief, so glad to hear the approval. Glad to be spared the belt. She strokes my hair, gently.
"Ahh... you're learning, Lady, that's good. Very good, pet," she whispers into my ear, still petting me. I just stay there, resting my head in her hands, letting her sooth me. Her gentle touch feels wonderful after all that pain. Only after a minute more of her gentle stroking does she stop, moving backwards and taking me by the cheek.
"I think you deserve a reward, Lady," she says to me. "What do you think of that?"
I lean forward and press my lips against hers, telling her what I think of that, murmuring as she breaks off again as soon as I start.
"Good girl," she tells me, then she takes me by the collar, and guides me onto my feet, then over to the bed. "Sit on the edge and wait just a moment."
I sit there, patiently, watching as she strolls across the room, turning off the main light in the room, leaving only her bedside table to illuminate. She undresses, slipping into a white negligee, and I can't help but admire how it floats over her curves, showing off and leaving none of her to the imagination as she saunters back to me. Watching her, I can't help but feel warm, and she pats me on the head, climbing up onto the bed, hugging me from behind.
She runs her fingers gently along my sides, and I shiver with delight and anticipation, becoming hotter as her fingers slowly find their way down. Then she stops, trailing her finger ever so softly over my folders, and I shudder even more.
"Should I...?" she asks lazily, kissing the side of my head, and I just shiver, waiting for more of that touch.
"P-please," I murmur, anxious.
She takes her time, breathing warmly against my cheek, suddenly tapping on me with her finger. "Beg," she says.
"Please, mistress, please...," I stammer quietly, and immediately, I moan as she presses inside me, then squirm as she slips the second finger inside.
She holds me tightly with her free hand, her fingers delving and rubbing inside me, and I feel myself burning up, moaning and gasping as she plays with me. I twitch and shudder, pleasure welling up in my hips, my sore ass bumping up against her as she starts to rub me more roughly. Her free hand moves upwards, holding me tightly, this time by my breast, squeezing it just right with each rough rub of my insides. The heat turns to wetness, dirtying her fingers, and I start to pant.
"Almost there, Lady?" she asks me, and I barely manage to nod between gasps, my back arching in anticipation.
Just then, she stops, easing her fingers out of me and letting go of my breast. I shudder all over, at the edge of climax, and I feel her backing away from me. I turn to look at her, as aroused as I've ever been in my life and so wanting of more.
"Do you like that, Lady?"
I crawl forward quickly, kissing her eagerly, showing her that I do with a passion, forcing my way into her mouth. She leans forward a little, letting me, and I keep kissing, again and again and again and again, showing her just how much I want her touch.
Her finger runs along my slit once again, and I shudder all over. Then she rubs it against my cheek, pulling me out of the kiss.
"Now, Lady, you're not to say another word all night, understand?" she tells me, and I nod eagerly. I'd nod to anything, agree to anything, just anxious for that touch of hers again. "Good girl," she tells me, patting me on the head. "Time for bed now."
I stare at her, unable to process what she said, staring longingly into her eyes. I'm about to beg, to ask her to finish, but I know she'll just get upset at me.
"Bedtime, Lady. If you're really good, maybe I'll let you come tomorrow," she says, stroking my cheek a little bit more. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
I nod immediately, then frown, realizing what I've just agreed to, shuddering all over in frustration.
"Now, come on, curl at the foot, unless you want to sleep on the floor."
Still shivering all over, but unable to argue, I crawl down to the foot of the bed. I give her one last pleading stare, which she just ignores with a smile, before I reluctantly curl up. She turns off the light and pulls the blanket, resting her feet on my sides. She gives me a nudge, and whispers "Good night, Lady."
I just keep shivering as I try to sleep, and when I finally do, I dream of nothing but her.